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Monday, 23 March 2015

Release Day Blitz: New Forever by Yessi Smith + excerpt + giveaway

Title: New Forever

Author: Yessi Smith

Release Date: March 23, 2015

Haunted by a past Max can’t seem to escape, he invests everything he is into Hayley. He pampers her and shows her a love she never knew she could experience. His entire life revolves around making her happy and eventually protecting her from his demons. Even if that means hurting her in the process.While Max tries to pick up the pieces of his broken past, Hayley protects her own heart the best way she knows how - through laughter and mayhem.But when secrets unravel, both must decide what is most important. Feeling more vulnerable than ever before, they must fight for each other and for themselves.

With my hand tucked in Dee’s arm, we walk
together into a bridal store. I lean my head on her shoulder and wait for a
sales associate to approach us.

“I already have my dress,” Dee whispers for
the hundredth time today.

“But I don’t and I want to be a bride for
the day.” More so, I want a day of fun and silliness. I want to forget the
troubles life has thrown at me and just have a few hours of pure
ridiculousness.

“Fine, but-”

“Ladies,” a sales associate says, getting
our attention. “How can I help you?”

Dee looks back at me nervously so I pinch
her arm so she’ll stay quiet. I’m going to be a bride and she’s not going to
ruin my fun.

“We’re getting married,” I tell the lady,
who smiles back at me. “We both want to wear dresses, but I think only one of
us should wear a princess type gown. I mean, how cheesy would we look if we
wore similar dresses. And lets face it, babe, I’m more of a princess than you,”
I tell Dee who is attempting first degree murder with her eyes.

“Oh,” the sales associate says. “You two
are… together?”

“Yes.” I beam back at her while I hold on
to Dee’s arm so she doesn’t leave me before I have the chance to try on a
single dress.

“Fantastic.” She claps her hands together
in the same way Josie does.

“See,” I tell Dee, “fantastic!”

“My name is Rosa, and I’m sure we can find
you both dresses you can agree on. Just go to the back of the showroom and I’ll
take back different styles of dresses so you can choose which ones to try on.”

“I think a short dress for my bride would
be good.” I wink at Dee, who bites her bottom lip.

“She has a thing for my long legs,” Dee
tells Rosa and I’m so happy Dee is finally playing along that I throw myself
into her arms.

Dee and I walk to the dressing room
together, our steps light and carefree—it’s hard to believe there’s a war
waging inside of me.

It’s been a very strained eleven days since
Max told me about his parents’ involvement in Hannah’s death and he still acts
as if he’s the one that forced the pills down my sister’s throat. We’ve tried
to move forward with our relationship but there are several layers of
discomfort between us that is making it difficult.

At least we’re living together again and
sleeping in the same bed. It’s a shame that all we’re doing in our bed is sleeping
though.

I miss Max. I see him every day, talk to
him countless times a day, but I still miss him. He can be right next to me but
still be so far away. I just can’t get to him.

I want to beg him to silence his mind and
listen to his heart so that he can find peace. The heart knows how to heal
itself—it’s the mind that makes the task so difficult. And Max’s mind never
shuts off.

I wish I could have chosen who I’d fall in
love with. He’d have all the same qualities as Max, but with a mind that came
with an off switch. But you don’t get to choose. Instead you’re stuck in love
with a man that is all wrong for you, but you can’t breathe without, because
he’s also perfect for you.

“Earth to Hayley.” Dee snaps her fingers in
front of my face, bringing me back to the fitting room where I just removed my
top and jeans.

“Have you talked to Max, yet?” Dee asks me
as she undoes the buttons on her jeans.

“Not yet.” I take the dress in Rosa’s
outstretched hand and with Dee’s help, get into the crinoline and then the big
puffy dress.

After Dee ties the corset in the back, I
step out of the dressing room and look at myself in three full length mirrors.
The dress is beautiful, but far too intricate. I want something a bit simpler.
Maybe with an open back, I think as I pick my hair up in a messy bun and try to
look at my back. I bite my lower lip as I examine myself from every angle and
as much as I like the dress, it doesn’t scream out Hayley.

“And an open back.” Dee nods in agreement
while I look at her in a short white strapless dress.

She looks good, but Dee could make a mu-mu
look good. Of course, her actual wedding dress is stunning, putting anything
she tries on today to shame.

“Tall strappy heels,” I tell her and she
nods enthusiastically.

“And a hat,” she shouts and I look back at
her confused. “You know, one of those old fashion hats with a short veil over
your face.”

“Wrong dress for that, love.”

Dee looks at Rosa who agrees with me and
her expression quickly turns to disappointment until Rosa runs off promising to
come back with a dress we’ll both love. While we wait for her, I try on another
dress that isn’t quite to my liking.

“I don’t know, Dee. We’re still not doing
all that great and I don’t want to build an even bigger wedge between us.” I
step out of my dress and juggle Dee’s new breasts in my hands when Rosa opens
the curtains and hands us our dresses to try on. Dee flushes along with Rosa,
but seriously her breasts are probably her best investment yet. They’re not too
big or too uncomfortable to look at, but voluptuous C-cups with a perfect lift.
To think, she laughed at me when I told her she should get implants.

Dee smacks my hands away so she can try on
the dress. “You have a right to talk to his parents,” she states firmly.

Of course I do, but I have to be careful
how I approach the subject with Max. He loves me, I know he does and I know
he’d do anything to make me happy, but he carries the guilt of his parents’ sin
like a coat. I don’t want to push him too hard, too fast.

How cute are we, trying to protect one
another from each other?

I slip on the new dress, having to tug a
bit more than I’d like over my chest, but I immediately know I’ll love it. Even
in its snugness, it feels right. I look back at Dee who is smiling so big you’d
think I actually was a bride.

She pushes me to the mirrors and I let out
a happy breath when I see myself. If I were actually getting married, this
would be the dress I’d pick. There are some flashy pink beads on the bottom,
but not much elsewhere aside from the train and the belt that hugs my waist.
The back is open and while my breasts feel like they are about to pop out, the
top half is just as stunning.

“This is it,” Dee whispers, her eyes
filling with tears.

Rosa smiles at both of us, handing Dee a
tissue which she obediently takes and blots her eyes with.

“If you’re sure, I can get your
measurements to make sure we order you the right dress.”

Dee nods her head and I’m tempted to smack
her. This is a dress for a pretend wedding for a pretend bride. Get a grip!

“We have an appointment at another store,”
I tell Rosa, whose delight quickly sobers. “If we don’t find anything there,
you’ll definitely hear back from us.”

“Of course, of course. You have to be one
hundred percent sure.” Rosa nods and I almost feel bad. There goes her pretty
commission.

Dee and I go back into our changing room
where Dee continues to blot her eyes and I can’t help but roll mine at her.
“Have you lost your mind?” I hiss at her and she smiles back at me sheepishly.
“Quit crying, crazy, and help me out of this dress.”

“Fine,” she agrees reluctantly. “But let me
take some pictures first. That way, when you do get married we can have a dress
like this made.”

Yeah, when I get married. First, I have to
find a guy that can stand the sight of me without running for the hills from
guilt.

I lift my arms and am nearly pulled out of
my own skin when the dress catches just below my breasts. I close my eyes and
suck in a deep breath to make myself skinner when Dee pulls on the dress again
to no avail.

“Dee,” I whisper when I hear her nervous
giggles.

“Give me a minute,” she says as she pushes
my left tit against my chest and pulls the dress over it. “Okay,” she grunts
and does the same to my right tit. Only this time the dress doesn’t budge so
she tries again.

“Try pulling it down,” I suggest and she
does, but again nothing moves. “Holy shit! I’m stuck!”

“I’m gonna get Rosa.”

“Don’t you dare!” I grab at Dee blindly and
feel my eyes widen. Have my breasts always been this big? Unless I’ve somehow
gained weight thereby making my boobs bigger. It’s not like it’s even possible
for me to be pregnant since I’m on the pill. No part of me wants to get on that
damn scale in my apartment to check my weight. It’s just the dress. Of course,
it’s just the dress, it’s too small, definitely not my size. “Don’t you leave
me, Dee, or I swear I’ll kick your ass.”

“Okay, okay. I have scissors in my purse,
maybe if I make a tiny slit-”

“Yes, whatever.”

I hear her rummage through her purse while
I stand helpless with my hands in the air. Suddenly the rummaging stops and I
hear her begin to make little cuts into the dress. When Dee stops snipping at
the dress and hisses in a breath, I hold in my own breath. Something’s
happened.

Yessi Smith lives in South Florida with her husband, seven year old son and newborn baby. She is also owned by a neurotic Border Collie and “ferocious” Rottweiler.
She has a Bachelor’s degree in Business Management and a Master’s in Human Resource Management and has held several jobs, from picking up dog poop to upper management positions. And now she hopes to leave the business world behind so she can live full time in a world that does not exist until she places her fingers on a keyboard and brings them to fruition.
She is the proud Momma of Life’s A Cappella and Love, Always